Chapter Six-Changing for worse
((Hermione's Point of View))
I finished eating and ignored them while they stared at me the whole time. I stood up when I was done; I slowly walked back to the common Room. I waited for the others to arrive from dinner. First entered Ron, he looked at me and then when up to his dormitory. Then, Malfoy came in. He smirked at me and followed Ron upstairs. A few minutes later, Ron stormed out of his dormitory and sat down at a nearby table. I closed my eyes and remembered what Harry had told me:
"Malfoy's fathers dead because Voldemort killed him..."
"I know, but what I don't know id what Voldemort would kill his most faithful Death Eater." I whispered.
Ron nodded motioning that he wanted to know too.
"Voldemort killed Malfoy...well, because he was trying to save us."
"Who do you mean in us?" I asked not very sure I wanted to know the answer.
"Trying to save you and me Hermione."
My thoughts were dragged onto the first day of coming back to Hogwarts.
"Listen." He said raising his voice and holding onto my am tighter. "Watch it this year; I have my eyes on you and that other too. Just make sure you do nothing stupid."
"I-I have no idea what you're talking about." I told him, hardly any breath in me.
"Oh give it a rest mudblood. I unlike you have a brain that I use."
I opened my eyes. Malfoy was sitting across from me, reading a letter. 'Should I tell him? No I better not'. I sighed and tried to ignore the fact that Malfoy was sitting there. It would be very exasperating for me if Ron were to find out about know that Malfoy and I were, let's say-on better terms than before. I closed my eyes and laid my head on the couch. It was then when I felt something land on lap. I opened my eyes. It was a piece of paper.
I opened it, and I saw in a very non-fancy hand writing:
Meet me tonight at 12:00 a.m. down here in the Common Room.
I didn't have to think about it twice to know that it had been Malfoy that had sent the note. I looked up and waited for him to look at him and give him a nod.
I stood up and went up to my room.
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((Draco's Point of View))
I chuckled. She was right where I wanted her. Just a few more steps and I would have her eating out of the palm of my hand. I went back to my room and that disgusting mudblood lover was there. He stared at me, I stared back. I ignored him and "prepared myself for sleep".
As Weasley crossed by my bed, he touched it. That was it! I didn't want his filth all over me.
"Get off it Weasley, I don't want your disgusting blood to get all over me!"
"I'm a pureblood you dolt!"
"You're a mudblood lover, that's what you are!"
He laughed at me.
"Your dear old father was a mudblood lover also didn't you know?"
"What are you talking about Weasel?" I looked at him sideways, trying to make him get to the point. My temperament was starting to rise.
"Your dad died saving Harry and Hermione!"
"Why don't you shut it Weasley? Saying things like that'll cost you more than you can manage! Wouldn't want that to happen, you'll have to sell your fat mum!" Weasley had the urge to jump on me. I could tell. But he controlled himself.
"Afraid of me are you? No Potty here to save you now, is there?"
"No!" He yelled his ears turning red. "You're not worth my time."
"Right." I muttered. "You meant I'm too good for you." He turned around again and shot me an evil look. I chuckled. I walked back down the steps to the Common Room and waited silently for Granger to come down. With Weasley's words venturing my mind.
Just a few minutes later, I saw her...walking down the stairs gracefully. Shortly followed by Pansy. She turned around.
"And you? What are you doing here?" Granger spat.
"Listen mudblood, it's not as if I want to be here. I'm supposed to 'help' you..." Pansy smirked.
I smirked back.
Granger rolled her eyes and then looked at me.
"You didn't tell me she'd be here!" She whined.
"Shut it mudblood, you're to get help."
"Ugh-please, I'm not in the mood for this." She replied taking a seat on the long couch.
"First thing you have to do is stop any sort of communication you have with Potter and Weasley. That's the only way you'll manage to make them notice something is wrong with you. They'll stop talking to you and it'll be easier for you to do things without them interfering. "
"Fine." She replied shortly.
"And don't be such a know-it-all." Pansy exclaimed very imperatively.
Granger grit her teeth and looked back at me. Then she looked back at Pansy.
"Well Parkinson, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you're jealous!"
I stared at how Grange had been so quick in response and how Pansy had stood there with absolutely nothing to say. I tried to control my smirk and quickly wrapped my arm protectively around Pansy's shoulder.
"Don't worry about it hunny, she's not worth it." I whispered in her ear.
Pansy gave a furious glare at Granger before she turned around kissed me and walked back up to her room.
Granger had her hands on her hips and smirked at Pansy as she walked towards her dormitory.
"Listen Malfoy." She started drawing her attention over to me again. "I am not in the mood for getting lectured by a pureblood, muggle discriminator, arrogant and of course I can't forget: "an idiot", about how to be 'evil' as you say!" She stated giving a last huff and bumped into my arm as she crossed by my side very indifferently.
"She's impossible..." I muttered as I heard her faint grieving footsteps walk away into the darkness. I rolled my eyes and walked back into my dormitory.
Once I entered I gave Weasley's four-poster bed a kick signaling for him to stop giving out those random, loud snores he'd escape every now and then.
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((Hermione's Point of View))
During the next couple of weeks, my life revolved on trying to avoid as much as possible Harry and Ron, but doing it as dissimulating as possible, trying not to let them realize what was going on. And trying not to let them catch on that Malfoy and I were reuniting ever night down in the Common Room so he could give me lessons on how to get revenge on them.
But all of that changed by the begging of October:
"Granger! Get up!"
I woke up startled. Pansy Parkinson was screaming at me from a distance trying to wake me up.
"It's Saturday you idiot!" I replied in the same tone of voice she had yelled at me.
"I'm not stupid you filthy mudblood!"
I rolled my eyes.
"I doubt it." I muttered making sure she didn't hear to me, I didn't want to cause more trouble.
"You didn't go to the prefects meeting last night! Us the prefects are supposed to go to Hogsmeade today to buy the articles for the Halloween feast."
"Ugh-it's the beginning of October for heaven's sake!" I started. "We have a whole month!"
"Well, why don't you go ask the old prune Dumbledore to change the date mudblood?" she asked matter-of-factly.
I sighed.
Such an idiot
I got up ad took a quick shower. I changed into Muggle clothes, my regular jeans and a t-shirt.
I walked to the Common Room. Ron was there. He looked up at me.
"Hey Hermione." He said looking back at his paper helplessly. "Could you please help me with my potions essay?" Ron said putting on his pleading look and looking back up again.
I bit my lower lip. He's so cute when he begs if I say so myself.
Just as I was going to charge over there and help him, I stopped. It was as if I heard Malfoy's voice in my head. 'Don't do it Granger!' I shook my head and tried to get his voice out my head.
I must be going crazy.
"I'm sorry Ron, I have to eat breakfast, come back, and then we have to go to Hogsmeade." I replied remembering everything Malfoy had taught me that last few weeks.
"But Hermione..."
"I-I've got to go!"
I continued walking towards the Great Hall. Really, I wasn't hungry; I was just finding an excuse to not help Ron. But even though, I felt guilty. Very guilty in fact. I was opening the door to the Great Hall, when the Entrance door opened. I turned around and I saw the most gorgeous guy ever walk in. My jaw literally fell open, but I closed it at once I realized it was hanging. He was tall and strong. His skin was a tanned color, he had dark brown hair, almost black that fell on his face almost completely covering his eyes and he had the most beautiful hypnotizing blue-green eyes.
I stared uncontrollably at him. He walked towards me.
"Hullo, um...do you know where I could find Albus Dumbledore?"
"Oh, yes. He's in his office most likely at this hour. I could show you if you want?" I said trying to act as calmly but inside? Inside I was burning. I felt like melting on the spot. And for the first time I tried to make myself "look good". I shot him a charming smile and before I lead him all the way to Dumbledore's office.
When we were almost there, he finally introduced himself.
"I'm Zachariah Johnson by the way, but you can call me Zach."
"I'm Herm-"I started.
Dumbledore came.
"Ah, Mr. Johnson. Hullo."
I stayed there just watching him. He was so handsome. It was unbelievable how I could be feeling this way.
"Hermionehurrywe'regoingtobelate!" Ron had run all the way from the prefects Common Room to the Great Hall, followed me and Zach all the way to Dumbledore's office and now had grabbed my arm and pulled me through the corridors. As he dragged me, I turned my head and saw that Zach was looking at me. He smiled. My heart sank.
Ron pulled me all the way to the carriages. I still couldn't see the threstles, but I imagine that that was a good thing.
It took us 20 minutes to arrive at Hogsmeade. I and the Hufflepuff prefects wandered around the shops, buying anything that we considered "useful" for a Hogwarts Halloween Dinner. The Gryffindors and Hufflepuff went in one direction while the Ravenclaws and Slytherins went the other.
Everything was going normal and great. It gave me a chance to relax and escape for my hideous world, until of course...something had to happen.
As I was purchasing a humongous Pumpkin for the Great Hall doorway, someone wrapped their arms around my waist. Startled, I turned around and Ron was there. At first, I was flattered, how else would I be? No one had ever done such a thing to me, but I remembered Malfoy's shadowy face, I knew that I couldn't let Ron do this to me.